| Staring straight out, my heart becomes stale, looking but not seeing, what really is there. Are they spots of beauty, or spots of grey, that I spy spotting you? Are you sitting there, or moving around? Darkness rises, bobbing to the surface, forcing people to run. A steamy, smoke-clogged air forces its way in, killing the grass and life inside you. Benches lay waiting, vacant and silent, desperate for even one visitor. The lights are turned off, and the trees are losing their leaves. In the midst of it all, you stand there naked, alone, and desolate. Your eyes are wide open, your mouth is closed tightly, and not even a whisper nor cry is heard. Your voice has been sucked away, Your soul is an empty eggshell, And still you stand there, asleep. My heart yearns to close your eyes, and remove the misery lying on your face. Your skin becomes pale, your bones are breaking, and there�s nothing I can do except stand here waiting and watching you, hoping you�ll pull through. Grey rain is falling, covering your face, and you stand deserted. |
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